I'm trying to do a restrictive diet to compensate for binging but trying to just ends up with me at a normal calorie place. I know, I know, that's unhealthy, but I just want to lose like ten pounds, and I hate feeling out of control like this. I'm 5'8, 140, and vary between a 4 and 6 and all I can focus on is my jiggly ass and love handles and protruding stomach and it's making me so miserable. Do you have any advice? Thank you!
Hey sweetie, I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this, my brain has just been [car that won’t turn over noises].
First of all, I need you to sit down and really, really acknowledge that you have a) a disordered eating problem, and b) a body dysmorphia problem. Just start there. You need to understand and accept that this is a problem. Not a problem with you as a person, not a character flaw, but a mental illness. Your relationship with food and with your body is not where it needs to be. I need you to sit with that and realize that it’s true.
Okay. You know that these thought patterns and this binge-restrict behavior is unhealthy, but maybe you can’t see just how unhealthy it is. I think you’ve had so much propaganda poured into your brain since literally before you could speak that you can’t even find the bottom of it, and that isn’t your fault. Hating yourself isn’t your fault, it’s the fault of a society built heavily on misogyny, fatphobia, and making money off causing women to hate their bodies. Since you were a child you’ve been told that your worth lies in your physical attractiveness and that being fat is the worst thing you could ever be.
None of that is your fault. But it is on you to start on the hard work of peeling back the layers of shit, digging to the bottom of that hole of propaganda, and finding yourself underneath it all. The only way you can ever be happy is to learn how to drop these burdens off your shoulders and realize how much better life is when it doesn’t matter what size you wear.
I need you to really, really listen to me when I say this, dear. Ten pounds isn’t going to make you happy. An ass that doesn’t jiggle isn’t going to make you happy. No amount of feeling in control of your body is ever going to make you happy.No amount of skinny is ever going to make you happy.
The only way you will ever be happy is if you fight against the mental illness and you find peace with your body at whatever size it decides to be. As long as you are ruled by the number on a scale, you will never know peace. Once the illness has sunk its teeth into you, it will never let go until you’re dead. Do you hear me, sweetheart? This illness wants you dead. It doesn’t want you happy, it doesn’t want you pretty, it wants you fucking dead. You can’t negotiate with this illness. You can’t restrict just until you’ve lost ten pounds or just until those love handles are gone, and then be done with it. It doesn’t work that way. This thing will eat you alive and spit out your bones.
It fucking sucks, but you have to confront what’s going on in your life or your head that’s driving you to control your body, what it is you’re trying to avoid or solve by convincing yourself that if only you lost weight, everything would be okay. You have to face those emotions, that pain, because nothing you do to your body is going to make it go away.
Your value as a human being has no relation to your weight or your size. Do you hear me? It doesn’t matter if you weight 100lbs or 400lbs, your worth doesn’t change. It doesn’t matter how much body fat you have. Your body needs fat on it, because you aren’t a doll, you’re a living creature and fat keeps you alive. Your body doesn’t exist to meet any standard of beauty, it exists to keep you alive, so please stop hating it for just doing its job. Your body is not your enemy. Your body isn’t making you miserable, the eating disorder is making you miserable.
Darling, you need help. You can’t fix this on your own. Even with the best of intentions, you’re going to fail if you try to get up and not have an eating disorder anymore. You have to get help in order to get better. Getting help doesn’t make you weak, it doesn’t mean you’ve failed; asking for help is courageous, it’s strong, and it’s good. You deserve help. You don’t have to earn it, you just deserve it.
Please go through as much of my eating disorder tag as you can, and pursue the resources in it. Please go through my whole body image tag, and keep coming back to it. Choose to put those messages in your head. Choose to unfollow any thinspo blogs you follow, and stop looking at triggering content. Train yourself to look at body positivity and to turn away from self-hate. Practice.
This is hard, hard shit, and you’ll relapse and you’ll slip up, and you’ll hate being in recovery sometimes. But the cold truth is you either fight to recover or you slip-slide down towards losing your entire life to this. I know that you have it in you to fight.
You don’t have to live this way, sweetheart. Ask for help.
I need to keep all this in mind as I start the eating plan my obgyn wants me to do. I need to tackle the "why am I afraid to lose weight?" I know what the answer is but .... I can't move past it. And I'm not sure where to start.















